It just came 3 days late and with it the hope that was dashed ironically as I was PIOS to see if through some odd chance of fate I had gotten knocked up. Talk about a hell of a way to find out. For the record, the test was negative. It's almost time again to start trying lots and lots. It's also almost the time for every relative I have to ask me if next year I'll have a little one to have a first Christmas. Oh the joys of the season.